After Eight Years She Left Me At The Altar For Her First Love Novels & Stories

he said, his voice flat and controlled, “are you still angry about what happened eight years ago? Is that why you don’t want Claire to help us choose a wedding planner and pick out rings? “I stopped loving Claire a long time ago. I’m over it. Besides, we grew up together. Even if we couldn’t be lovers, there’s no reason we can’t be friends.” As soon as he finished, the woman beside him spoke with a gentle smile. “Mrs. Winters, Liam has already told me everything about him and Claire. Yes, Claire cheated eight years ago, but they were young. Things like that never happen for only one reason. I’m sure Liam had his flaws too.

I returned to our chambers and found her things untouched, which meant she had not been here to take any of them. She had run away just like she did eight years ago, only this time, I made her leave. I lied to her, avoided the truth and broke her heart in the end.

"Start anywhere." I exhale and inhale deeply before holding her hands and facing her squarely. "Two and half years ago, I almost got married to a woman I loved with everything in me. She was pregnant and we had a fight one night and she left my house in anger. Because of my stupid ego, I let her go without bothering to follow her and she had an accident." Grandma gasps, her right hand leaving my shoulder and clamping her mouth. "She died", I smile at her even though the pain is still there.

However, I don't want her to be stuck with a confused guy like me. "Again.. Take care," I tell her again, releasing her from my arms. She lifts her luggage again and makes her way towards the door, passing through me. I look at her leaving my home, my life and me. She crosses the door and doesn't turn back. After 5 long years of togetherness, she left me.

“You were happy, I couldn’t let that happen,” “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I yelled at her. “You were supposed to love me forever, when I couldn’t break the spell, I left but I knew you would pin for me forever so you would never find someone else, it worked for eight years but then I met Jordan and he told me you found someone else and you were happy, I didn’t believe him at first because I knew what I did; plus I checked up on you once in a while and you remained single for eight years, then he showed me a picture of the two of you together and then told me she was your mate, I got angry, I couldn’t do the things I wanted anymore because I lost my powers, but you get to be fre

I was going straight to the parking lot while talking to her. “That girl?! She left you, didn't she?! It means she does not like you! You do not even know her! It has been four years Kent!” I was even more angry because of what she said. “I do not care Catty! I love her and no one can change that even though you made me have a Gunshot wedding! I am going to the wedding coordinator now to stop all this!” I hung up just as I was in the parking lot. I immediately got into my car and sat down first and closed my eyes.

Hadn't she waited long enough? Clearly, there was no need for any formal goodbyes. She crossed out the 30th on her calendar, pulled out her small suitcase, and sent Ken a text. [Let's break up, Ken.] With that, she left for the airport without hesitation. She had loved him for eight years, but it only took her eight days to erase every trace of that love. From that day forth, she never wanted to see him again.

Her youth, her ten years of love and longing, collapsed at that moment. The young girl who had once blushed severely at the thought of him could never sway the heart of the boy she adored. The person who had kept her tied to the past, to her endless yearning, had never once turned back to truly see her. That night, she finally understood. She decided to let him go. That’s when she agreed to her family’s plans. 'Today marks ten years since I first fell for you, Dominic. It’s also the first day I decided not to love you anymore.'

Then she went into the study and tore up the diary she'd kept for eight years, one page after another. The rush of love at first sight at 15, the courage to move to Javerton for Kenneth at 17, the joy of fulfilling her dream at 18—all those youthful feelings that had bound her for eight years were gone that day. Freya left the breakup letter where Kenneth would find it as soon as he came home, wheeled out her suitcase with the last of her stuff, and headed downstairs to grab a cab. Noticing she was injured, the driver quickly helped her load her suitcase into the trunk.

“Especially when I accepted it so easily when she got herself a lover.” The moment the words left my mouth, Rosentine’s eyes grew huge. “W-what? She has a lover?” Her voice was small, obviously caught off guard, and I nodded, watching her try to piece it all together. “Yeah,” I said, “they’ve been together for eight years.” She blinked at me, like she was trying to do the math in her head. “Eight years? So, they’ve been together since she was eighteen?” I nodded again. Of course, she’d find this complicated. Anyone would. After all, our setup was really messy.